They are trapped in the steps
To a backwards dance,
Coiling tongues, spitting venom
From talons outstretched,
Writhing from bitterness
Decisions made and regretted
Howling their misdemeanours
To an arbitrary sky.

Clawing at the smog
Arms whittled from bone
Leather skin once silk
Aging years within hours.

Circles spun in calamity waves
Chewing on flesh already digested
Rancid and free, beautiful disgust
Peppered in distain and rust.

Curl into rotten wombs
Amongst the bellows of aches
No tighter can they crush
Their broken bodies.

In awe of the flaws
Troubled by the compliance
Intrepid is the hand
Kissed by the hungry mouth.

Only the demons feed now.